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And yet I’ve stayed. Against my freedom, against my veins.
I stayed and forgot myself in the mirror of nowhere to go.
Cover my eyes, cover them, I’d beg.
Just trying to feel the breeze, I was.
 
I now am not. Back to the storm, wind in my wings,
alive.

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